My latest assignment seemed rather easy: sneak into an outlaw camp and deal with a certain outlaw leader trying to stir up more trouble...

He was an appallingly easy target standing in the middle of a camp, giving a speech on the great evils of organized government, I cut his oratory, and his life, short with my crossbow and made good my escape...

I laughed to myself as the enemy's war-cries grew quieter, but then I heard something that made me freeze in my tracks...

The howl of War Hounds!!

I stood there, irresolute, in the middle of the clearing. Suddenly I realized It was all over. The border of Loreos was over a hundred miles away, and the hounds would track me down long before I got anywhere near safety.

As per the usual, you've delivered it once again. The foliage is wonderful! The thick trees are, to me, perhaps a bit too evenly layered, but it's still a great build. Poor guy. Please tell me he lives. :/